Last week I was working for possibly the most disorganised woman in the world, she had just bought a nice town house to let it out. Top end of the market. Loads of jobs over 3 days, sinks, worktops, hobs, banisters, lights, hanging pictures etc. I'm on a strictly hourly rate.
Day 1. I had the kitchen ripped out, water off. Two people painting walls. Carpet cleaner turned up to clean all the carpets! He arranged to come back.
Day 2. Kitchen being re installed, mid morning floor fitter turns up to lay vinyl in 2 bathrooms, downstairs cloak & kitchen. Send him upstairs & enlist aid of woman's dopey BIL to clear kitchen. Carry on with other jobs whilst floor laid in kitchen.
Day 3. Carpet cleaner returns AM. Enlist aid of dopey BIL again to move appliances out of diner back into kitchen whilst carpet cleaner starts upstairs. Carpet cleaner finishes, Man arrives to install Sky TV. Has to walk over 3 x damp carpets to do so. Telecom man arrives to install Broadband, walks over damp carpets again.
My last job (not told about it until mid day 3) is to install 6 x handrails on stairs whilst stair carpet still damp.
Emergency call on Sunday PM, toilet on second floor (boxed in, concealed cistern) flooding when flushed. Arrive Monday PM to find dopey BIL has tiled all over it. Dopey BIL hasn't primed with PVA so tiles fortunately easy to remove. Replace cistern. Carpets now look like sh*t due to half a dozen tradesmen tramping all over them.
She wanted a downstairs cloak & an en suite tiled, but I turned it down as being too big a job. She also had clients moving in by tomorrow!
She got her dopey BIL to do the tiling.
Mind you, she paid the bill, so mustn't grumble!